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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fox C2" data-source="post: 12071926" data-attributes="member: 370633"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/409209_10150586773469752_753834751_8704346_1045424891_n.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /> “When  I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and  said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.  Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.   Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know  what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She  didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?  I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the  chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t  talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what  had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory  answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I  just pitied her!  With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a  divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car,  and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into  pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become  a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I  could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally  she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see.  To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which  had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.  The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing  something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep  and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with  Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just  did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.  In the  morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything  from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested  that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as  possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s  time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.  This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to  recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.  She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of  our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going  crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd  request.  I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She  laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she  applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.  My  wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was  explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we  both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy  in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to  the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in  my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about  the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside  the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the  office.  On the second day, both of us acted much more easily.  She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I  realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I  realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her  face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a  minute I wondered what I had done to her.  On the fourth day,  when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the  woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth  day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t  tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped  by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.  She was  choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but  could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have  grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was  the reason why I could carry her more easily.  Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.  Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom  out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an  essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer  and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I  might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms,  walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her  hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly;  it was just like our wedding day.  But her much lighter weight  made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly  move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I  hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped  out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay  would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door  and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.  She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have  a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I  won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I  didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each  other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on  our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane  seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the  door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the  floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The  salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll  carry you out every morning until death do us apart.  That  evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run  up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been  fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice.  She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the  whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with  the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….  The small details of your lives are what really matter in a  relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the  bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot  give happiness in themselves.  So find time to be your spouse’s  friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do  have a real happy marriage!  source; facebook / elakiri / fox c2If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.  If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are  people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave  up.</blockquote>

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